not quite

We were pulling into the grocery store parking lot and about to take a decent spot—the second space at the front of the lane, on the right—when a stupid woman pulls into the spot from the other side.

“Fucking bitch-nugget!” Jeremy spouted.

I giggled. “Well that’s a new one!”

He turned off the engine as he started laughing, too, parked in what ended up being a way better space in front of the store instead of in the regular lanes further down. “Yeah. She didn’t quite deserve a ‘cunt-nugget,’ but she is definitely a ‘bitch-nugget.’”

Such vernacular!